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Or at least I think that's how long it's been. I'll never forget the day though. The behemoths swatting us around, friend or foe alike, we were trash that needed to be destroyed to Bolivar. I watched helplessly as my comrades were killed mercilessly. No matter how much shit I talked about them, I loved each and every one of 'em. To think the day started off with just worrying about Magneto to every mutant fighting for their life in a bloody war against the Sentinels. Very few of us survived, and as far as I know, I'm the only one left in what used to be the United States. I'm pretty sure it's been forty years now, I'll always cherish the feeling of slicing through Bolivar's wretched neck. "Scum" was the last thing he said before I sliced through his chest. That was the last time I popped b

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  • Or at least I think that's how long it's been. I'll never forget the day though. The behemoths swatting us around, friend or foe alike, we were trash that needed to be destroyed to Bolivar. I watched helplessly as my comrades were killed mercilessly. No matter how much shit I talked about them, I loved each and every one of 'em. To think the day started off with just worrying about Magneto to every mutant fighting for their life in a bloody war against the Sentinels. Very few of us survived, and as far as I know, I'm the only one left in what used to be the United States. I'm pretty sure it's been forty years now, I'll always cherish the feeling of slicing through Bolivar's wretched neck. "Scum" was the last thing he said before I sliced through his chest. That was the last time I popped b
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  • Or at least I think that's how long it's been. I'll never forget the day though. The behemoths swatting us around, friend or foe alike, we were trash that needed to be destroyed to Bolivar. I watched helplessly as my comrades were killed mercilessly. No matter how much shit I talked about them, I loved each and every one of 'em. To think the day started off with just worrying about Magneto to every mutant fighting for their life in a bloody war against the Sentinels. Very few of us survived, and as far as I know, I'm the only one left in what used to be the United States. I'm pretty sure it's been forty years now, I'll always cherish the feeling of slicing through Bolivar's wretched neck. "Scum" was the last thing he said before I sliced through his chest. That was the last time I popped by claws, it's almost like they're not even there anymore. Those days are over. I'm just a simple Canuck trying to live peacefully in post-Armageddon. I cut my hair, grew grey, and never ever go by THAT name again. Genosha changed everything, even Magneto couldn't take down the Sentinels, and now even he's dead. His little runt's been recrutiting every mutant possible to keep her father's legacy alive. She's never approached me, I'd like to think she knows better. Mostly her dad's old lackeys. I respect the cause. Will I join it? Not for all the money in the world.
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